• There are some questions I'd rather leave un-answered.
    I'm afraid of the truth.
    I'm afraid of destiny.
    But most of all, I'm afraid of myself.

    Have I ever known truth?
    My thoughts are backwards.
    What am I doing?
    Where have I been?

    Am I a human?
    What is a human?
    The opposite of purity;
    The opposite of a god.

    Am I imaginary?
    This is my fake reality.
    A world where white is black;
    Day is night.

    Could I ever love anybody?
    My heart has stopped dead.
    Like a golden pocket-watch,
    Smashed upon the pavement.

    What have I done to you?
    You lie there un-breathing.
    Certainly I couldn't have hurt you,
    Yet my hands are soiled with blood.

    Could I really be evil?
    I might have a heart.
    Maybe it just doesn't beat-
    Maybe it hasn't for years.

    Am I really a monster?
    Have those eyes in the mirror always been there?
    Those cold, hateful eyes,
    Dancing with burning mischief.

    Just what am I?
    Am I a creature?
    Am I fake?
    Am I alive?

    I think I am, therefore I probably am not.
    Imaginary, but with the power of reality.
    Human, but with something evil deep inside me.
    Able to love, but without a mortal heart to do so.